"Oops!" Roger screamed when he saw the man coming down, and his other hand followed and shoved it into the fire dragon's lower eye socket. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The eyeballs are elastic, and the dragon's eye sockets are more than enough to squeeze two arms, but the difficulty is the optic nerve connected behind the eyeball, and the nerves of the little female dragon are not only thick but also tough.

"Faint!" The middle-aged man who had just spoken to Lao Deng directly started and shot a stun spell at Roger.

Roger showed no signs of fainting or fainting, on the contrary, the action of digging out was even more violent, and his two feet stepped directly on the face of the little female dragon, and his whole body was at a 45° angle to the ground.

As soon as it didn't work, the wands of the dragon trainers were raised towards Roger, and various spells were ready to be unleashed.

"That's enough!" Dumbledore stood up, not smiling on his gentle face.

Those dragon trainers from Romania suddenly stopped their movements and lowered their wands, Roger glanced at Lao Deng, who seemed to be really angry, and the movements of his two hands were even harder.

Only the stocky middle-aged dragon trainer stared at Dumbledore unconvinced, his wand already pointed at the boy.

Dumbledore's face was composed, but he didn't show much anger, he drew his wand and swung it at Roger, a rope wrapped around his waist, and then back... Roger didn't move.

"Huh?" Dumbledore's brow furrowed slightly, and the rocks on the ground behind Roger quickly gathered into a huge palm, which grabbed Roger and pulled it back with force.

"Poof!", the palm of the rock grabbed Roger, Roger was carrying a large eyeball that was two circles smaller than the dragon egg, and the little female dragon's eyelids had not yet closed, and the deep blood hole trickled out.

"Hey, thanks!" Roger waved his dragon blood-stained palm at Dumbledore, and despite the awkward posture, he drew his wand and pointed it towards the eyeball in his hand: "A clear spring is like water!"

A stream of clear water erupted from the tip of the staff, washing away the dragon's blood from it, and the scarlet eyeballs glittered in the sun, dazzling more than any precious gem.

The middle-aged dragon trainer's distressed lips trembled, and he stared straight at Dumbledore and said loudly, "You must give me an explanation today! Dumbledore!

"Say?" Dumbledore is known as the greatest white wizard of this century, not because of his white beard, there is no trace of anger on his face, but people can't help but feel his majesty from the bottom of their hearts: "Since the Triwizard Tournament was held, no one dared to attack him while the warriors were playing events! Who gave you this courage?"

"I... He..."The middle-aged dragon trainer's already not tall body immediately became three points shorter, and the questioning expression on his face also looked a little flustered: "Then he can't wantonly hurt the opponent during the game..."

"Oh? Maybe I'm too old... May I think you mean that the warriors we are running for should be tied up and do nothing in the face of the dragon?" Dumbledore's eyes softened as he stared at the middle-aged dragon trainer.

"No... I mean, that dragon doesn't have the slightest ability to resist, and he's doing such cruel things..."

"That's what the referees are supposed to do, Mr. Seysman. Dumbledore interrupted him gently, leaving no doubt: "I believe that Lady Maxim and Mr. Karkaroff will give you a fair account." ”

"Hmph, then I'll wait and see!" the middle-aged dragon trainer waved his hand angrily, and led the people to wait under the rock wall at the edge of the arena.

Temporarily appeased the dragon trainer, Dumbledore turned his gaze to Roger, who was held in the palm of his hand by the rock's arm, which had cleaned the big eyes of the little female dragon and was gnawing on the eyeballs like an apple.

The corners of Lao Deng's eyes twitched twice, and he didn't dare to put him down: "Roger, tell me seriously, why don't you pick up the golden egg to end the game after subduing the fire dragon?"

"Well, pick up the golden egg, isn't that a trap?" Roger's mouth opened in surprise, revealing something indescribable mixed with red and white: "Test the warrior's indifference to wealth... Slaying dragons is a requirement to pass, isn't it?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment before asking, "Who told you this?"

Roger pointed to Bagman on the commentary stage: "That's him." ”

Mr. Bagman, who was already retching and was about to lie under the table, retorted with a pale face: "You, you are talking nonsense... I never said that... Vomit... All the warriors can bear witness to me..."

Not only him, but there was one person in the audience, who was basically absent without any reaction, and even the twins who had just shouted at Roger to eat eggs went to the bottom of the stool to cover their mouths and retch.

"Really?" Roger smiled and scratched his head as he gnawed on the apple, "Well, I guess I was sleeping at the time, so I didn't hear it... Click... Whoa, whoa..."

Kakarov, who had been planning for a long time on the referee's bench, ignored the churning of his stomach and immediately picked up the conversation: "Look, the situation is clear... This is his own responsibility, not the event, and I propose to deprive him of the right to participate. ”

"I don't think it's my responsibility... Whoa, whoa... As a commentator, Mr. Bagman has the obligation and the ability to remind every warrior of what his mission is... Whoa, whoa... Rather than ignoring the past when you see a warrior sleeping or in poor spirits. Roger's mouth was called an incense, but that didn't stop him from splashing dirty water on the narrator.

This accusation made Bagman's face pale as paper... Of course, it cannot be ruled out that retching is caused by retching too hard.

"Selected Warriors must compete, and no withdrawal is allowed... This is the rule. Barty Crouch interjected dryly, his face as expressionless as ever, unaffected by Roger's movements.

Madame Maxim covered her mouth and showed no sign of wanting to speak, probably for fear that she would really spit it out if she took it away.

Dumbledore's eyes looked at Roger without blinking: "Anyway, this effect is too bad, I think he deserves zero points in this game." The total score is zero. ”

"Agreed!" Bagman was the first to nod his head, shirking the blame on the referee, isn't it uncomfortable.

Karkaroff has no reason to refute, he can't deprive the Hogwarts Warriors of the right to participate, so this result is barely acceptable. After all, Krum's score is still very dominant so far.

"Then pick up the golden egg and end this game. Dumbledore waved his wand, turning the rock-made arm into rubble and scattering it on the ground.

Roger, who had eaten and wiped clean, did not have any objections, and walked to the golden egg with the juice in his hand, and the boy bent down and picked it up twice: "Wow! It's quite heavy..."